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“Really?” She pursed her lips, wicked slant to her honeyed eyes. “Then perhaps you’ll like to watch me while I do this…” She grasped his thickness in her fist and slid her mouth over his swollen head.

Liam groaned, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in his skull. “Changed my mind,” he croaked. “This.Thisis the best.”

Vivian’s throaty laugh vibrated down his shaft and straight to his balls. Right there, he almost lost it, like some pubescent whelp. He panted through the urge, willing his seed back down his shaft. No way he was cutting this experience short. Watching Vivian’s plump lips sliding down his cock was enough to bring a tear to a man’s eyes.

She pleasured him with a twirl of her tongue, then glided her lips down his shaft. Three strokes, four. Licking…sucking. Animalistic sounds emerged from his throat, his brain turning to mush. Fabric tore and the headboard cracked.Have to hold on. Can’t take much—

“Pumperdickle. Pumpershmickle,” he groaned, and she relented, releasing him with a long, slow pop.

Confusion stabbedthrough Vivian’s lust-filled haze. Liam was safe-wording. Now? While she’d always found the act of pleasuring a male with her mouth demeaning, Liam tempted her to indulge. While her intent was to drive him to the point of madness, she’d had no idea how strongly it would affect her. Once she’d begun, she’d lost herself in the act, savoring his every groan and gasp. Did she misinterpret his reaction?

She glanced up at him. On his face was an expression of such exquisite pain it took her breath away.

Before she could question him further, he opened his mouth, saying in a rush, “Fifty-two pieces in a Colt 1911.”

She breathed a sigh, lip curling. He was fine. “You’re dismantling your gun to keep from coming?”

“Sure as hell not baking a pie,” he grumbled.

She blew a hot breath on his cock, and a glistening drop surfaced, tempting her to take another taste.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed. “Original floor-plate on the magazine was pinned in two places.”

Her Liam was about to erupt.Not yet, you don’t.

She straddled his hips and grabbed his jaw. “The magazine has four pieces, bringing your count to fifty-six.”

His dazed expression swung in her direction, his pupils blown. “Know my guns. Fifty-two.”

She glided her sex against his length, and his entire body shuddered. By the Goddess, she was so wet for him. She settled her slick opening over the head of his straining cock.

“Viv,” he groaned. The bed creaked, his muscles flexing.

“Fifty-six,” she argued. Really, she hadn’t a clue. Still, if it kept him in the game, she was more than happy to distract him.

“Fifty-two,” he groaned against her mouth. Then she undulated her hips, taking him deeper.

“Fuck, woman.” His heated curse hummed along her nerve endings. If she wasn’t careful, she’d orgasm before she’d even taken him fully inside of her.

Desperate, she grasped the headboard over his shoulders and willed her orgasm back from the edge of bliss. She’d waited too long for this moment to rush things. Perhaps she could use a distraction as well. “Count will vary if the sight is one piece.”

“Already hanging on by a thread here,” he warned, tone agonized. “Now stop with the dirty talk.”

She worked his cock, rocking, each time taking more of him. She pressed her lips to his forehead. “Patience,mon grand. I’ll take care of you.”

“Know you will, honey. Been dreaming of this.”

At last, she sank down over his impressive girth. He filled her in ways she’d never imagined. She grasped his shoulders and rolled her head back. Together. They were together. For one long moment, she kept him inside her. Buried deep. The two of them joined.

In that moment, Vivian Laurent, the reputed materialistic gold digger, wanted for nothing. Even with the wolves scratching at the door and her life in shambles, in that moment, all seemed right with the world.

Emotions overwhelmed her, so many she was humbled by them. Feelings she’d no desire to analyze. Instead, she flexed her thighs.

“Yeah, that’s it, honey. More of that,” Liam encouraged.

Sweet Goddess, but he hit every salacious nerve inside of her. She rode his length. Used him as he’d demanded.

Her walls spasmed, the feeling exquisite. “I’m close. So close,” she crooned.